Minister Bano: "Who Can Save Me?!"

Just as Lester completed his mission, and all the Pure-blood wizard were being beaten and howling in pain by the prisoners, Lester tapped the Portkey in his hand with a very rhythmic tapping of his fingers.

Then, far away in Azkaban, Hafiz and the other two Auror around him looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Lord Lai really manage to break into the Ministry of Magic?" Hafiz stared in shock at the key on the ground that was emitting signals in a regular pattern.

He knew this was the signal he and Lester had agreed upon beforehand. As long as Lester sent him this signal, it meant that he had successfully instigated the Ministry of Magic, and at that time, he, Hafiz, could officially enter the fray to save the world.

Without hesitation, Hafiz grabbed the still-shaking Portkey from the ground and poured all his magic into it.

Then, as expected, Hafiz felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and then he found himself in the Ministry of Magic, thousands of miles away.

"Holy crap, is this still the Ministry of Magic?" Hafiz was startled by the hellish scene before him as soon as he was teleported here.

In the vast Ministry of Magic, only the top-floor Entrance Hall remained, where a group of wizards were still fighting amongst themselves; the rest of the lower floors had been breached and turned into a sea of fire.

After looking around, Hafiz, who had just landed, immediately spotted Lester in the most conspicuous spot.

At this moment, Lester, with his Sang Biao face, looked down at the farce below like a god.

At the same time, Lester also noticed the sudden appearance of Hafiz, and the two exchanged a very subtle glance in mid-air.

In reality, Lester wasn't a fool. He knew that his ability to lead this group of prisoners to wreak havoc on the Ministry of Magic relied entirely on unexpected surprise attacks, coupled with the help of Dementor, which caught these pure-blood officials completely off guard.

Furthermore, since the Ministry of Magic was located underground in central London, these pure-blood wizards must have hesitated before taking action. That's why they used the terrain advantage to summon a raging Fiendfyre and control the Pure-blood wizard present.

The inexperienced Lester knew that his victory was entirely due to the fact that Fiendfyre had already ignited and the purebloods were unprepared, which led to his lucky win.

If those pure-blooded officials had taken adequate precautions and used the Finite Incantatem to nip his Fiendfyre in the bud the moment he unleashed Fiendfyre, he certainly wouldn't have been able to defeat the powerful Yunus.

Therefore, Lester naturally couldn't continue down the dark path. There were simply too many powerful figures in the Wizarding World. He needed to clear his name, not only his own, but also that of his group of imprisoned followers.

After all, if he wanted to clear his name, it would be too easy. He could simply disappear, change his appearance, and no one would know that he was the one who burned down the Ministry of Magic.

But he would lose the group of underlings he had painstakingly recruited. If he suddenly left, he would have to hand over the base he had finally acquired in Azkaban.

Therefore, he had previously made an agreement with Hafiz to put on a grand show together.

A grand scheme that would allow him to gain control of Azkaban while retaining the prisoners.

Pretending not to see Hafiz suddenly appear in the Entrance Hall, Lester waved his hand, and a burst of fire separated the prisoners who were still fighting together from the pure-blood officials.

Then, with a flick of his finger, Lester conjured a wall of fire on the ground, enveloping all the pure-blood officials and Auror within it, including the unfortunate wizards who had been robbed at the beginning.

"What... what are you going to do?" The sudden appearance of the wall of fire startled everyone, and Minister Bano was especially uneasy.

When he was being beaten by the prisoners, he endured it without fighting back because he believed that Sang Biao would never lose his mind and kill them all.

But judging from the way Sang Biao is now using his Fiendfyre to encircle them all, it's clear he's not going to leave any survivors!

[Ding! Gained 1000 Fear Points from Mison Bano]

[Ding! You have gained Lucius Malfoy's Fear Points +300]

[Ding! You have gained Arthur Weasley Weasley's Fear Points +300]

[...]

Not only Bano was panicked, but Lucius Malfoy, the patriarch of the Malfoy family, was completely dumbfounded as he looked at the wall of fire surrounding him.

Shouldn't someone as powerful and influential as himself be someone Sang Biao is trying to win over? Why does he seem determined to kill them all?

Not only were they confused, but some of the prisoners were even more confused.

When Lester previously ordered them to beat up the purebloods to vent his anger, they thought it was because Lester wanted to spare the lives of these purebloods, so he was letting them, the prisoners, beat them up as a way of giving them closure.

But now that the fighting is over, shouldn't Lester say a few polite words and ask for a reconciliation?

Are you really going to slaughter them all? Even Voldemort wouldn't have dared to carry out such an indiscriminate massacre back in the day!

At that moment, the aura of death enveloped the entire Entrance Hall, and everyone remained silent for a long time in this eerie atmosphere.

[Ding! You have gained +57 Fear Points from Pureblood Officials]

[Ding! You have gained 145 Fear Points from Auror.]

[Ding! You have gained 500 Fear Points from Mad-Eye Moody]

[...]

"You bunch of pureblood scum, die!"

Staring at Sang Biao's face, Lester spoke with a thuggish air, like a desperate outlaw among desperate outlaws.

The Fiendfyre Dragon beneath their feet soared into the air, its sharp fangs bared at the terrified crowd below, its mouth brimming with endless Fiendfyre.

"Die!"

Finally, the Fiendfyre Dragon moved. It opened its massive maw, and endless Fiendfyre burst forth, forming a tremendous dragon breath that swept towards the purebloods in the Entrance Hall.

Faced with the terrifying Fiendfyre filling the sky, many purebloods resignedly covered their eyes, accepting their fate of being burned to death.

Lucius looked utterly ashen-faced. He never imagined that he would run into this Sang Biao, when he was just at the Ministry of Magic on business.

People said that killing purebloods was just empty talk and a way to win over Muggle-born, but this guy actually did it!

Minister Bano was filled with grief and indignation. He had been doing a good job as minister, but because of his subordinates' incompetence, he had incurred the Sang Biao of the ruthless killer, Samuel Barnes, who was quick to impose collective punishment. Not only had the Ministry of Magic been burned down, but now he was planning a massacre. It was truly unbearable!

"Whoever it is, please save me!!!"

The other high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, including the members of Wizengamot, were ashen-faced, hoping that a powerful figure loyal to the Ministry of Magic would appear immediately to save them from their impending doom.

Just then, Hafiz, who had been waiting patiently, made his move!